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People learn to love their chains.
An unhappy wife is a wine merchant’s best friend.
It’s not easy being drunk all the time. Everyone would do it, if it were easy.
I shouldn’t make jokes. My mother taught me not to throw stones at cripples. But my father taught me, aim for their head.
Any man who must say, I am the king, is no true king.
The gods love to reward a fool.
Someday I’m going to put a sword through your eye and out the back of your skull.
Dead rats don’t squeak.
Gilly: You know all that from staring at marks on paper?
Gilly: You’re like, a wizard.
Drinking and lust, no man can match me in these things. I am the god of tits and wine.
If you ever call me sister again ill have you strangled in your sleep.
You won’t be a prisoner after today, you’ll be my wife. But I think that’s… a different kind of prison.
I think mothers and fathers made up the gods because they wanted their children to sleep through the night.
A man who fights for gold can’t afford to lose to a girl.
If we die we’ll die, but first we’ll live.
Women in our position must make the best of our circumstances.
Baelish: Do you know what the realm is? It’s the thousand blades of Aegon’s enemies, a story we agree to tell each other over and over until we forget that it’s a lie.
Varys: But what do we have left once we abandon the lie? Chaos, a gaping pit, waiting to swallow us all.
Baelish: Chaos isn’t a pit, chaos is a ladder.
You’re paying for my sins Uncle. It’s not fair or right. I’ll remember it.
Lord Beric: Forgive my manners, I don’t see many ladies these days.
Thoros: Lucky for the ladies.
The people are hungry for more than just food. They crave distractions. And if we don’t provide them, they’ll create their own. And their distractions are likely to end with us being torn to pieces.
Would it be excessive of me to ask you to save my life twice in a week?
My father is dead. And the only parent I have left has no right to call anyone reckless.
Any man dies with a clean sword, I’ll rape his fu-king corpse!
Sandor (The Hound)
The gods have no mercy, that’s why they’re gods.
Varys: I’m not entirely sure what you’re suggesting.
Tyrion: I’m entirely sure, you’re entirely sure, what I’m suggesting.
Varys: I’ve always hated the bells. They ring for horror, a dead king, a city under siege.
Tyrion: A wedding.
Sansa: What about the king?
Hound: He can die just fine on his own.
Those are brave men knocking at our door. Let’s go kill them!
Tears aren’t a woman’s only weapon. The best one’s between your legs.
I much like my head. I don’t want to see it removed just yet.
Shae: Some of those boys will never come back.
Sansa: Joffrey will. The worst ones always live.
Bronn: Do you know how to use that?
Tyrion: I chopped wood once. No, actually, I watched my brother chop wood.
Tyrion: I’m the captain. If this ship goes down, I go down with it.
Varys: I’m sure many captains said the same when the ship was afloat.
Tyrion: You can’t fuck your way out of everything.
Shae: I have so far.
The Lord of Light wants his enemies burnt. The Drowned God wants his enemies drowned. Why are all the gods such vicious c-nts? Where is the god of t-ts and wine?
You’re quite good at being Hand, you know. Jon Arryn and Ned Stark were good men, honorable men. But they disdained the game and those who play it. You enjoy the game. And you play it well.
I will hurt you for this. A day will come when you think you are safe and happy, and your joy will turn to ashes in your mouth. And you will know the debt is paid.
You’ve forgotten the most important thing about whores. You don’t buy them, you only rent them.
I asked him, How can a man be brave if he’s afraid? That is the only time a man can be brave, he told me.
You love your children. It’s your one redeeming quality; that and your cheekbones.
They’ll bend the knee or I’ll destroy them.
Jaime: Three victories don’t make you a conquerer.
Robb: It’s better than three defeats.
Power is power.
There’s a king in every corner now
Catelyn Stark: If you lose, your father dies, your sisters die, we die.
Robb Stark: Well, that makes it simple then.
Catelyn Stark: I suppose it does.
Tywin: I always thought you were a stunted fool. Perhaps I was wrong.
Tyrion: Half wrong. I’m new to strategy, but if we are going to be surrounded by three armies, it appears we cannot stay here.
(Throws his chalice of wine) There’s your peace. Joffrey saw to that when he decided to remove Ned Stark’s head. You’ll have an easier time drinking from that cup that you will bringing Robb Stark to the table now. He’s winning, in case you haven’t noticed.
There are no men like me. Only me.
Joffrey: I’ll tell you what. I’m going to give you a present. After I raise my armies, and kill your traitor brother, I’ll give you his head as well.
Sansa: Or maybe he’ll give me yours.
If we do it your way kingslayer, you’d win. We’re not doing it your way.
I have never been nothing. I am the blood of the dragon.
Maester Aemon: If the day should ever come when your Lord father had to choose between honor on the one hand and his family on the other, what would he do?
Jon: He would do whatever is right no matter what.
Maester Aemon: Then Lord Stark is one man in 10,000. Most are not so strong.
You think my life is such a precious thing to me, that I would trade my honor for a few more years…of what?
Tell Lord Tywin winter is coming for him. Twenty thousand northerners marching south to find out if he really does sh*t gold.
Shaggar: How would you like to die, Tyrion, son of Tywin?
Tyrion: In my own bed, at the age of 80, with a belly full of wine and a girl’s mouth around my cock.
Theon: You’re afraid?
Robb: I must be.
Robb: Why is that good?
Theon: It means you’re not stupid.
Syrio: What do we say to the God of death.
Arya: Not today.
I did warn you not to trust me.
Ned: Stannis is a commander. He’s lead many to war, twice. He destroyed the Greyjoy fleet.
Renly: Yes, he’s a good soldier. Everyone knows that. So was Robert. Tell me something. Do you still believe good soldiers make good kings?
Ned: I will not dishonor Robert’s last hours by shedding blood in his halls, and dragging frightened children from their beds.
Samwell: Now listen to me. The old man is the Lord Commander of the Night’s Watch. You’ll be with him day and night. Yes you’ll clean his clothes, but you’ll also take his letters, attend him at meetings, squire for him in battle, you’ll know everything, be part of everything. And he asked for you himself. He wants to groom you for command.
Jon: I just, I always wanted to be a ranger.
Samwell: I always wanted to be a wizard.
Robert: The girl, Daenerys, you were right. Varys, Littlefinger, my bother, worthless. No one to tell me right but you . Only you. Let her live. Stop it if it’s not too late.
Ned: I will.
Robert: And my son, help him Ned, make him better than me.
Cersei: Targaryens wed brothers and sisters for 300 years to keep the bloodline pure. Jaime and I are more than brother and sister. We shared a womb. We came into this world together, we belong together.
Ned: My son saw you with him.
Cersei: Do you love your children?
Ned: With all my heart.
Cersei: As do I.
Ned: And they’re all Jaime’s.
Cersei: Thank the Gods for that.
Your mother’s dead, before long I’ll be dead, and you, and your brother, and your sister and all of her children. All of us dead, all of us rotting in the ground. It’s the family name that lives on. That’s all that lives on. Not your personal glory, not your honor, but family. Do you understand?
Oh, my sweet summer child! What do you know about fear? Fear is for the winter, when the snows fall a hundred feet deep; fear is for the Long Night, when the sun hides for years and children are born and live and die all in darkness. That is the time for fear, my little Lord.
Handmaiden: A trader from Quarth told me that Dragons come from the moon.
Daenerys Targaryen: The moon?
Handmaiden: He told me the moon was an egg, khaleesi. That once there were two moons in the sky, but one wandered too close to the sun and it cracked from the heat. Out of it poured a thousand thousand dragons and they drank the sun’s fire.
Lysa Arryn: You don’t fight with honor!
Bronn: No, he did.
He was no dragon. Fire cannot kill a dragon.
No! You cannot touch me. I am the dragon! I want my crown!
Where do I begin, my lords and ladies? I am a vile man, I confess it. My crimes and sins are beyond counting. I have lied and cheated, gambled and whored. I’m not particularly good at violence, but I’m good at convincing others to do violence for me. You want specifics, I suppose. When I was seven, I saw a servant girl bathing in the river. I stile her robe and she was forced to return to the castle naked and in tears. I closed my eyes, but I could still see her tits bouncing. When I was 10, I stuffed my uncle’s boots with goat sh*t. When confronted with my crime, I blamed a squire. Poor boy was flogged, and I escaped justice. When I was 12 I milked my eel into a pot of turtle stew. I flogged the one-eyed snake, I skinned my sausage. I made the bald men cry into the turtle stew, which I believe my sister ate. At least I hope she did. I once brought a jackass and a honeycomb into a brothel….
Have you ever heard the phrase “Rich as a Lannister?” Of course you have. You’re a smart man. You know who the Lannister’s are. I am a Lannister. Tyrion, son of Tywin. Of course, you have also heard the phrase, a Lannister always pays his debts. If you deliver a message from me to Lady Arryn, I will be in your debt. I will owe you gold. If you deliver the message, and I live, which I very much intend to do.
Listen to me. Sometimes possession is an abstract concept. When they captured me, they took my purse, but the gold is still mine.
I never loved my brothers. Sad thing for a king to admit, but true. You were the brother I chose.
He attacked one of my brothers and abducted the other. I should wear the armor, and you the gown.
Jaime: I’m looking for my brother. You remember my brother, don’t you Lord Stark? Blond hair, sharp of tongue, short man.
Ned: I remember him well.
Jaime: It seems he had some trouble on the road. You wouldn’t know what happened to him, would you?
Ned: He was taken at my command, to answer for his crimes.
King Robert: Sometimes I don’t know what holds it together.
Cersei: Our marriage.
King Robert: So, here we sit, 17 years later, holding it all together.
Don’t you get tired?
Cersei: Every day.
King Robert: How long can hate hold a thing together?
Cersei: Well, 17 years is quite a long time.
Cersei: I’m sorry your marriage to Ned Stark didn’t work out. You seemed so good together.
King Robert: I’m glad I could do something to make you happy.
Robert Arryn: Mummy, I want to see the bad man fly.
Lysa: Perhaps you will my little one.
Catelyn: This man is my prisoner. I will not have him harmed.
Ned: I followed you into war, twice. Without doubts, without second thoughts. But I will not follow you now. The Robert I grew up with didn’t tremble in the shadow of an unborn child.
Robert: She dies.
Ned: I will have not part of it.
Robert: You’re the King’s Hand Lord Stark, you will do as I command or I’ll find me a hand who will.
Ned: And good luck to him, I thought you were a better man.
Robert: Out, damn you, I’m done with you! Go, run back to Winterfell! I’ll have your head on a spike!!
My father is Hand of the King. I am not a boy, I am Arya Stark of Winterfell. And if you lay a hand on me my father will have both of your heads on spikes. Now, are you going to let me by, or do I have to smack you on the ear to help you with your hearing?
Tyrion: Tell me, Lady Stark, when was the last time you saw your sister?
Catelyn: Five years ago.
Tyrion: She’s changed. She was always a bit touched, but now, you might as well kill me here.
Catelyn: I am not a murderer Lannister.
Tyrion: Neither am I! I had nothing to do with the attempt on your son’s life….What sort of an imbecile arms an assassin with his own blade?
They’ll be out in droves, looking for me in the wrong place. Word has probably gotten to my father by now. He’ll be offering a handsome reward. Everyone knows a Lannister always pays his debts.
Oh. An inspiring site for the people! Come, bow before your King. Bow you sh*ts! (laughter)
King Robert: You heard The Hand. Go find the breast plate stretcher. Now!
Ned: The breast plate stretcher?
King Robert: How long before he figures it out.
Ned: Maybe you should have one invented.
Ned: You’re too fat for your armor.
King Robert: Fat? Fat is it? Is that how you speak to your King?
Jaime: Shhh…Listen. Do you hear them? How many do you think are in there with him. Guess.
Jory: Three, four.
Jaime: He likes to do this while I’m on duty. Makes me listen while he insults my sister.
Jory: Forgive me my Lord…
Jaime: Why do I have to forgive you, have you wronged me?
Anyway, don’t despair, I’m a constant disappointment to my own father and I’ve learned to live with it. Here, your next tumble with Roz is on me. I’ll try not to wear her out.
Tyrion: Come to see me off Greyjoy? Kind of you. Your master doesn’t seem to like Lannisters.
Theon: He’s not my master.
Tyrion: No, of course not. What happened here, where is Lady Stark, why didn’t she receive me:
Theon: She wasn’t feeling well.
Tyrion: She’s not in Winterfell, is she? Where did she go?
Theon: My lady’s whereabouts…
Tyrion: My lady? Your loyalty to your loyalty to your captors is touching. Tell me, how do you think Balon Greyjoy would feel knowing his only surviving son had turned lackey.
Tyrion: I must say I received a slighter warmer welcome on my last visit.
Robb: Any man of the Night’s Watch is welcome at Winterfell.
Tyrion: Any man of the Night’s Watch but not I, eh boy?
Robb: I’m not your boy, Lannister. I’m Lord of Winterfell while my father is away.
Tyrion: Then you might learn a Lord’s courtesy.
If you’re going to be a cripple, it’s better to be a rich cripple. Take care, Snow.
Not this time. We’ll be staying at the finest castles and inns. No one turns away a Lannister.
Tyrion: Do you think I’m plump? Listen, Benjen, may I call you Benjen?
Benjen: Call me what you like.
Tyrion: I’m not sure what I’ve done to offend you. I have great admiration for the Night’s Watch, and for you as First Ranger.
Benjen: You know my brother once told me? That nothing someone says before the word but really counts.
Tyrion: But, I don’t believe that giants and ghouls and white walkers are lurking beyond the wall. I believe that the only difference between us and the wildlings is that when that wall went up, our ancestors happened to live on the right side of it.
Tyrion: And how do a bear’s balls taste?
Yoren: A bit chewy. What about you, milord. What’s the strangest thing you’ve eaten?
Tyrion: Do Dornish girls count?
King Robert: Your outlaw, any last words?
Jaime: I cut his head off, so, no.
King Robert: What about Aerys Targaryen? What did the Mad King say when you stabbed him in the back? I never asked. Did he call you a traitor? Did he plead for a reprieve.
Jaime: He said the same thing he’d been saying for hours. Burn them all. If that’s all, your Grace.
The boy won’t talk. And if he does, I’ll kill him. Him, Ned Stark, the King, the whole bloody lot of them until you and I are the only people left in this world.
Tyrion: I’m looking at you. Yes, you. You’ve got an interesting face. Very distinctive faces, all of them.
Grenn: What do you care about our faces?
Tyrion: I think they would look marvelous decorating spikes in King’s Landing. Perhaps I’ll write my sister, the queen, about them.
Tell me, if I stabbed the Mad King is the belly instead of the back, would you admire me more?
Jaime: It must be strange for you, coming into this room. I was standing right here when it happened. He was very brave, your brother. Your father, too. They didn’t deserve to die like that. Nobody deserves to die like that.
Ned: But you just stood here and watched.
Jaime: Five hundred men stood here and watched. All the great knights of the seven kingdoms. Do you think anyone said a word, lifted a finger? No, Lord Stark, 500 men and this room was silent as a crypt. Except for the screams, of course, and the Mad King laughing. And, later, when I watched the Mad King die, I remembered him laughing as your father burned. It felt like justice.
Ned: Very handsome armor. Not a scratch on it.
Jaime: People have been swinging at me for years, they always seem to miss.
Ned: You’ve chosen your opponents wisely.
Jaime: I have a knack for it.
Everythings better with some wine in the belly.
Tyrion: A bastard boy with nothing to inherit, off to join the ancient order of the Night’s Watch. Alongside his valiant brothers in arms.
Jon: The Night’s Watch protects the realm from..
Tyrion: Ah, ah, yes, yes,against grumpkins and snarks and all the
other monsters your wet nurse warned you about. You’re a smart boy, you don’t believe that nonsense.
Tyrion: Ah…rapers. They were given a choice, no doubt. Castration or the Wall. Most choose the knife. Not impressed by your new brothers? Lovely thing about the Watch. You discard your old family and get a whole new one.
Jon: Why do you read so much?
Tyrion: Look at me and tell me what you see.
Jon: Is this a trick?
Tyrion: What you see is a dwarf. If I had been born a peasant, they might have left me out in the woods to die. Alas, I was born a Lannister of Casterly Rock. Things are expected of me. My father was the Hand of the King for 20 years.
Jon: Until your brother killed that King.
Tyrion: Yes, until my brother killed him. Life is full of these little ironies. My sister married the new King, and my repulsive nephew will be king after him. I must do my part for the honor of my house, wouldn’t you agree? But how? Well, my brother has a sword, and I have my mind. And a mind needs books like a sword needs a whetstone. That’s why I read so much, Jon Snow.
Jaime: Well, even if the boy lives, he’ll be a cripple, grotesque. Give me a good, clean death any day.
Tyrion: Speaking for the grotesques, I’ll have to disagree. Death is so final. Whereas life, ah life is so full of possibilities. I hope the boy does wake, I’d be very interested to hear what he has to say.
Jaime: My dear brother, there are times you make me wonder whose side you’re on.
Tyrion: My dear brother, you wound me. You know how much I love my family.
The Hound: Rough night, imp?
Tyrion: If I get through this without scratching from one end through the other, it will be a miracle.
Jaime: Don’t get up.
Tyrion: Should I explain to you the meaning of a closed door in a whorehouse, brother?
Jaime: You have much to teach me, no doubt. But our sister craves your attention.
Tyrion: She has our cravings, our sister.
Jaime: A family trait. The Starks are feasting us at sundown. Don’t leave me alone with these people.
Tyrion: Sorry, I’ve begun the feast a bit early, and this is the first of many courses.
Jaime: I thought you might say that, but since we’re short on time…come on girls. See you at sundown.
Tyrion: Close the door!
Bran: I’m not a cripple.
Tyrion: Then I’m not a dwarf. My father will be rejoiced to hear it.
Cersei: You’re just a soldier, aren’t you? You take your orders and you carry on. I suppose it makes sense. Your older brother was trained to lead, and you were trained to follow.
Ned: I was also trained to kill my enemies, your Grace.
Cersei: As was I.
I am a Khaleesi of the Dothraki. I am the wife of the great Kahl and I carry his son inside me. The next time you raise a hand to me will be the last time you have hands.
Arya: Can lord of a holdfast?
Ned: You will marry a high lord, and rule his castle. Your sons shall be knights, and princes and lords.
Arya: No. That’s not me.
Ned: I’ve heard it said that poison is a woman’s weapon.
Grand Maester: Yes, women, cravens and eunuchs. Did you know that Lord Varys is a eunuch?
Surrounded by Lannisters. Every time I close my eyes, I see their blond hair and their smug, satisfied faces. Must wound your pride, standin’ out there like a glorified sentry. Jaime Lannister, son of the mighty Tywin. Forced to mind the door while your King eats and drinks and shits and fucks.
Everyone knew what this place was, and no one told me. No one but you. My father knew, and left me to rot at the Wall, all the same.
Old Nanny: I know a story about a crow.
Bran: I hate your stories.
Old Nanny: I know a story about a boy who hated stories.
War was easier than daughters.
Joffrey: So you agree, the Starks are our enemies.
Cersei: Anyone who isn’t us is our enemy.
Grand Maester: Should we begin?
Ned: Without the king?
Renly: Winter may be coming, but I’m afraid the same cannot be said for my brother.
Ned: Glad to see your protecting the throne.
Jaime: This sturdy old thing? How many kings asses have polished it, I wonder. And, what’s the line? The King shits, and the Hand wipes.
Ned: There’s great honor serving in the Night’s Watch. The Starks have manned the wall for thousands of years, and you are a Stark. You may not have my name, but you have my blood.
Jon: Is my mother alive. Does she know about me, where I am, where I’m going? Does she care?
Ned: The next time we see each other, we’ll talk about your mother. Hmmm? I promise.
Jon: All the best swords have names you know.
Arya: Sansa can have her sewing needles. I have a Needle of my own.
Give my regards to the Night’s Watch. I’m sure it will be thrilling. And if it’s not, it’s only for life.
Strange thing, the first time you cut a man. Realize we are nothing but sacks of meat, blood and some bone to keep it all standing. Let me thank you ahead of time for guarding us from the perils behind the wall. Wildlings, white walkers and what not. We’re grateful to have good, strong men like you to protect us.
Robert was crazed, beat his hands bloody on the wall. All the things men do to show you that they care.
Jaime: Tell me you’re not thinking of taking The Black.
Tyrion: And go celibate? The whores would go begging from Casterly Rock. I just want to stand on the edge and piss off the end of the world.
I have no interest in hospitality or comfort. I’ll stay with Drogo until he fulfills his end of the bargain and I get my crown.
Ned: How did he get so fat?
Catelyn: He only stops eating when it’s time to drink.
Tyrion: Let me give you some advice bastard. Never forget what you are. The rest of the world will not. Wear it like armor, and it can never be used to hurt you.
Jon: What the hell do you know about being a bastard?
Tyrion: All dwarfs are bastards in their father’s eyes.
King Robert: Lord Eddard Stark, I would name you the Hand of the king.
Ned: I’m not worthy of the honor
King Robert: I’m not trying to honor you, I’m trying to get you to run my kingdom while I eat drink and whore my way to an early grave. Dammit, Ned, stand up.
The man who passes the sentence should swing the sword.
He won’t be a boy forever. And, winter is coming.
“By what right does the wolf judge the lion?”
Tywin Lannister to Jaime Lannister
“Chaos isn’t a pit. Chaos is a ladder. Many who try to climb it fail and never get to try again. The fall breaks them. And some are given a chance to climb. They refuse, they cling to the realm or the gods or love. Illusions. Only the ladder is real. The climb is all there is.” Petyr Baelish
Jon Snow: “First lesson, stick ’em with the pointy end.”
Arya Stark: “I know which end to use.”
Jon Snow: I’m going to miss you.
“The Lord of Light wants his enemies burnt. The Drowned God wants his enemies drowned. Why are all the gods such vicious c-nts? Where is the god of t-ts and wine?
— Tyrion Lannister
“The more people you love, the weaker you are …. Love no one but your children.” — Cersei Lannister
“We have to warn them, or before winter’s done, everyone you’ve ever known will be dead.”
-Lord Commander Jeor Mormont to the Night’s Watch
“The first time you’ve seen a giant, Jon Snow? Well, don’t stare too long, they’re shy. When they stop being shy they get angry, and when they’re angry I’ve seen them pound a man straight into the ground like a hammer on a nail.”
-Ygritte to Jon Snow
“My father told me big men fall just as quick as little ones if you put a sword through their hearts.”
-Jon Snow to Tormund Giantsbane
“If I wanted to kill you, do you think I’d let a wooden door stop me?”
-Cersei Lannister to her brother, Tyrion Lannister
“Grand Maester Pycelle made the same joke. You must be proud to be as funny as a man whose balls brush his knees.”
-Tyrion to Cersei
“You’re not half as clever as you think you are”
Cersei: “You’re a clever man, but you’re not half as clever as you think you are.”
Tyrion: “Still makes me more clever than you.”
“I’m a sellsword. I sell my sword. I don’t loan it out to friends as a favor.”
-Bronn to Tyrion
“The truth is always either terrible or boring.”
-Sansa Stark to her handmaiden, Shae
“It’s too beautiful a day to argue.”
-Daenerys Targaryan to Jorah Mormont
“Even the bravest men fear death.”
-Jorah to Kraznys mo Nakloz about the Unsullied
“You love your children. It’s your one redeeming quality. That and your cheekbones.” – Tyrion
“I will hurt you for this. A day will come when you think you’re safe and happy and your joy will turn to ashes in your mouth. And you will know the debt is paid.” – Tyrion
“Tears aren’t a woman’s only weapon. The best one is between your legs.” – Cersei
“A very small man can cast a very large shadow.” – Varys
“Anyone can be killed” – Arya
“I am Danaerys Stormborn and I will take what is mine, with fire and blood.” – Danaerys
Jon Snow: You won’t win. You don’t have the discipline. You don’t know how to fight together.
Ygritte – You don’t know that.
Jon: If you attack the Wall you’ll die, all of you.
Ygritte: All of “us”.
Daenerys Will you fight for me?
Daario: The Second Sons are yours and so is Daario Naharis. My sword is yours, my life is yours, my heart is yours.
Catelyn: Lord Frey will take this delay as a slight.
Edmure: He’s getting the wedding he wanted.
Catelyn: He’s getting a wedding. It was a king he wanted.
Robb: If reinforcements arrive from King’s Landing before we take the castle we’ll be caught between Tywin’s army and the sea. We’ll lose the war and die the way Father died. Or worse.
Catelyn: Show them how it feels to lose what they love.
Robb: I have come to make my apologies, my lord, and to beg your forgiveness.
Lord Walder Frey: Don’t beg my forgiveness, Your Grace. It wasn’t me you spurned. It was my girls. One of them was supposed to be queen. Now none of them are.
Lord Walder Frey: Your king says he betrayed me for love. I say he betrayed me for firm tits and a tight fit. And I can respect that. When I was your age, I’d have broken 50 oaths to get into that without a second thought.
Lord Walder Frey: Well, let’s get ready. The wine will flow red and the music will play loud and we’ll put this mess behind us.
Daario Nahairis, to Jorah Mormont: You have a very suspicious mind. In my experience, only dishonest people think this way.
Jorah Mormont: You’re the Queensguard, Ser Barristan. Your place is by the queen. If we are truly her loyal servants, we’ll do whatever needs to be done no matter the cost, no matter our pride.
Sam Tarly: Other than Castle Black itself, the Nightfort’s the perfect castle for us. It’s got a secret sally port, the Black Gate, as old as the Wall itself. No one’s used it in centuries most likely. It leads through the Wall right down into the Nightfort, if one knows how to find it, which, it just so happens, I do.
Gilly: How do you know all that?
Sam: I read about it in a very old book.
Gilly: You know all that from staring at marks on paper?
Gilly: You’re like a wizard.
(remember what Sam told Jon before, “I’ve always wanted to be a wizard.”
Arya: Don’t kill him. Please. Please don’t.
Sandor the Hound: You’re very kind. Someday it’ll get you killed.
Rickon: I’m coming with you. I’m your brother. I have to protect you.
Bran: Right now I have to protect you. Robb’s at war and I’m going beyond the Wall. If something happens to us, you’re the heir to Winterfell.
Osha: (To Rickon) Say your good-byes, little man. (To Meera and Jojen) Keep this one safe. He means the world to me.
Dany: We’ve been waiting a long time.
Ser Barristan: Haven’t we?
Dany: I don’t know, you tell me. How long does it take to sack a city?
Catelyn: Didn’t you marry one of these Frey girls?
Roose Bolton: Aye. Lord Walder let me choose any of his granddaughters and promised me the girl’s weight in silver as a dowry. So I have a fat young bride.
Catelyn: I hope she makes you very happy.
Roose: Well, she’s made me very rich.
Robb: My mother’s alone with Roose Bolton. I should rescue her.
Talisa: Your mother is less in need of rescue than any woman I’ve ever met.
Lord Walder Frey: The septon has prayed his prayers, some words were said, and Lord Edmure has wrapped my daughter in a cloak. But they are not yet man and wife.
A sword needs a sheath. And a wedding needs a bedding.
What does my sire say?
All: To bed! To bed! To bed!
Edmure Tully (to the ladies undressing him): Oh! Careful now, ladies. Once you set that monster free, there’s no caging him again.
Catelyn: Poor girl.
Roose: Every bride suffers the same. I’m sure you endured yours with grace.
Catelyn: Oh, Ned forbade it. He said it wouldn’t be right if he broke a man’s jaw on our wedding night.
Catelyn: Lord Walder! Lord Walder, enough! Let it end! Please. He is my son. My first son.
Let him go and I swear that we will forget this. I swear it by the old gods and new. We will take no vengeance. (Standing ovation for the actress!)
Lord Frey: You already swore me one oath right here in my castle.
Tyrion: I won’t share your bed. Not until you want me to.
Sansa: What if I never want you to?
Tyrion: And so my watch begins.
Sansa: What are you doing?
Tyrion: I have a list.
Sansa: A list of people you mean to kill?
Tyrion: For laughing at me? Do I look like Joffrey to you? No, death seems a bit extreme.
Fear of death, on the other hand…
Sansa: You should learn to ignore them.
Tyrion: “Roslin caught a fine fat trout. Her brothers gave her a pair of wolf pelts for her wedding. Signed Walder Frey.” Is that bad poetry or is it supposed to mean something?
Joffrey: Robb Stark is dead! And his bitch mother.
Joffrey: I’m going to have it (Robb’s head) served to Sansa at my wedding feast.
Tyrion: NO. She is no longer yours to torment.
Joffrey: Everyone is mine to torment. You’d do well to remember that, you little monster.
Tyrion: Oh, I’m a monster. Perhaps you should speak to me more softly, then. Monsters are dangerous and just now kings are dying like flies.
Tywin: Any man who must say, “I am the king” is no true king. I’ll make sure you understand that when I’ve won your war for you.
Joffrey: My father won the real war. He killed Prince Rhaegar. He took the crown while you hid under Casterly Rock!
Tywin: The king is tired. See him to his chambers.
Tyrion: You just sent the most powerful man in Westeros to bed without his supper.
Tywin: You’re a fool if you believe he’s the most powerful man in Westeros.
Tyrion: A treasonous statement.
Tyrion: Joffrey is king.
Tywin: You really think a crown gives you power?
Tyrion: No. I think armies give you power.
Tywin: This is war.
Tyrion: But to slaughter them at a weddin?
Tywin: Explain to me why it is more noble to kill 10,000 men in battle than a dozen at dinner.
Tyrion: So that’s why you did it? To save lives?
Tywin: To end the war. To protect the family. Do you want to write a song for the dead Starks? Go ahead, write one. I’m in this world a little while longer to defend the Lannisters, to defend my blood.
Tyrion: The northerners will never forget.
Tywin: Good. Let them remember what happens when they march on the south